It's always nice to have a send off and our new Dutch friends gave us a good one. We were packed and away relatively early. There was a bit of a scare. Would we make it petrol wise. We'd been having problems using automatic petrol stations and, as we hadn't found any (open) that weren't, we were running low on juice. My heart lept as we found a lone pump in a small village but sank again as it kept rejecting our E20 n
It felt like the Tyrol again and we came across a fete with music dancing food and drink . Here, again, was the characteristic flat top on a vertical monolith of limestone rock, unique to the Dolomites. But therein lay the bad news. Come a nice sunny Sunday like today, the roads are packed, tourists taking in the scenery at a gentle 15 mph. We went through a few small villages, then up to the Passo di Falzarego(2105m).
We stopped to camp near the lake. Camping was basic, a field in the mountains and there wasn't even hot water. We walked around the lake looking up at the Tre Cime (Three Chi
mneys) and had a romantic dinner sitting outside watching the light change on the water and finally fade behind
the mountains.
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